Predated: Morning of July 7th, 2025
Locations: Residence in Bray, Ireland --> Outskirts of Kent, England
Mentions: @Samuel Sauber

The early hours of a Monday were usually groggy and slow. Birds would chirp and sun would stream into the room far before the girl would awaken. But this time she had beat the sun, and the birds. Careful steps around the room, causing floorboards to squeak lightly under the shuffling of feet were heard in the small two-story house. Rising at the crack of dawn was not a pastime Annie enjoyed, but it was one she could manage when it was her big day. She had spent the previous morning packing a small briefcase filled with various phials, quills and ink pots, a ruler her dad had insisted upon taking, her wand, and a second pair of clothes plus her trusty dragon-hide gloves, her I.D and a jar of Floo powder. It was an odd assortment, yet she was quite unsure what her first day would entail. After double checking her belongings in her room, she snapped the briefcase shut one last time. A letter was clutched in her hands as she made her way down the stairs. It was a very important letter, one that had dictated her first step into her future life as an adult. It was a job acceptance letter signed with nothing but a date, time, and location. It read something along the lines of:

I will be expecting your arrival at 9 in the morning on July 7th, use the Floo Network to my address.
Samuel R. Sauber

Her own letter merely read like this:

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇,
𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓌𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹.

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀, 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈.

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓁. 𝑀𝓎 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈: 49 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓎, 𝒞𝑜. 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝐼𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊,

𝒜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃

Reducio

Dear Professor,

I have not talked about dreams with you, they can be a silly thing, but I dream to follow in my grandmother's footsteps to become a Mediwizard. That being said, I am taking a year off to collect my thoughts before pursuing this extensive work field.

I am reaching to you in regard to finding work, as I would rather be doing something than wasting away studying, so that I don't descent into madness.

If you would so please, respond to me with a letter of acceptance or refusal. My address is: 49 Herbert Park, Kilbride, Bray, Co. Wicklow, Ireland.

Thank you,

Annie Morgan

The reply back was... disheartening to say the least. No form of excitement or entail for what she had gotten herself into. Yet it was a job nonetheless, she had successfully secured her first job all by herself. You'd think after spending 7 years in a school full of magic they'd help prepare you for life beyond the castle walls. Besides some nerve-wracking exams of which she barely passed, she felt anything but ready. This job wasn't even along the lines of where her interests lay, yet she had to do something, and her academic performance being sub-par was not helping her case. Such strong motivation and such little academic talent put her in a tough spot. Yet Professor Sauber had taken pity on her, and she wouldn't let him down, regardless of whatever tasks were thrown her way.

With a deep breath and a quick dust of her clothes, she was ready. Her attire was a plain white t-shirt with a flannel whose sleeves were buttoned and rolled up just beneath her elbows and a pair of blue jeans. She figured comfy was better than formal especially for this field of work. A small note was left on the counter under a vase of flowers, for her parents. Of course, her dad was already at their family-owned florist shop, but he would be so busy the likeliness of forgetting she went to work was quite high.

Unfortunately for her, since her dad was a Muggle, they could not afford having a Floo Network immediately in their home, and Annie didn't even attempt to pass the apparition test as that was a terrifying though to her with splinching, so she'd have to travel to the closest public location known to her. Transportation would be taken in pieces. First, she would take a transit that picked her up a few blocks from the house to the Bray Daly Railway station. Nearing a half an hour later, Annie had made it to Dublin, stepped off the train and rounded a few corners to a roaring pub.

After shuffling through her purse to provide verification that she was indeed 18, she used her briefcase in front of her as somewhat of a shield to not bump into unwanted company. Reaching out a hand, she'd feel the walls narrow as the hallway led back to the bathrooms. At the end of the hall, it split into a men and women's bathroom, but a giant roaring fireplace crackled and that caught her interest. Snapping open her briefcase, she'd located the jar and dump some dust into her hand. Reciting the address she had practiced over and over in her head a few times, the lick of the flames met her before the roar of the pub faded in the background.

Silence had greeted her as she stepped out of a smaller fireplace. Taking in a deep breath, she'd reach her hand out, bumping into some sort of wooden table and lay her briefcase down on it with a thump. After only an hour of travel, she had made it. Now, it was time to get acquainted and get to work.

"Professor?"